The Big C
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Yesterday, just as I had sat down to eat lunch with my co-workers, I got one of those calls that you absolutely dread. It was a call I have been expecting. Not one that I will ever look forward to. I have a grandfather that in two weeks will be 93. It�s a blessing that he made it to 90 and I flew all the way from Michigan in the middle of the semester to celebrate the big occasion. My grandfather is old. He moves a lot slower and it�s scary because we know that any day will be the day that many in my family know will happen but still are not prepared for. When my Mom called me at work to tell me their was some bad news, I just knew it was my grandfather. Who else could be?? I never in a million years would have guessed that it would be my Aunt R (the one who bought my laptop for my birthday two years ago) One of my favorite Aunts, who even to this day, considers me her first daughter, who even at 25, still feels the need to spoil me rotten. As sad as it sounds, I always expected it to be my Mom with the health problems because she is older and does not take the best of care when it comes to her health. So, I am still shocked when I hear the word Cancer. R has cancer. I left work early yesterday. My Mom and I made the 3 hour trip to the central coast of California to be with my aunt and her kids as she goes through this overwhelming experience. She is only 45, and only 2 weeks into it. Yet she has colon cancer. A cancer that is unusual for women and more unusual for someone her age. Oddly, I am relived that it is not breast cancer. Only because my grandmother died of it 7 years ago. And I just don�t think that I could go through with that again. Emotionally it is too much. I could not handle another women that I love dearly dealing with breast cancer or being taken away from me from the evil disease. I realize that it will happen. There is a 1 in 7 chance that a women in my family will get breast cancer. Their are 8 of us. Odds are, one of will be the unlucky victim of this dreaded disease. Tomorrow, at 9:00 am, my aunt will go into surgery, to have the walnut sized tumor and part of her colon removed. Emotions at this point are not easily describable by words. I am just praying that my aunt will pull through this and will live the remainder of her life cancer free. |
11:16 p.m. || February 03, 2005 |
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